Chapter 24 : Quarantine Zones

After understanding the rules that need to be followed when entering the quarantine area, all the survivors woke up and realized that they were completely used by the military. Whether entering the quarantine area or leaving the city, they had to work hard to obtain All supplies that were owned by the military. People with hot tempers immediately became furious, angrily saying that they would never accept such domineering conditions.

But some people have heard that if they do not choose to enter the quarantine area now, they might never be able to enter again in the future. They did not say anything and just silently packed their things at home to prepare to enter the quarantine area.

It's not that no one has thought of using demonstrations and vandalism to protest, but this time the military did not continue to condone the demonstrators. Instead, it adopted thunderous measures, directly detaining people and disrupting public order during special periods. Crime, severe punishment, disqualification from entering the quarantine area, and immediate expulsion from the city.

Such a frightening approach instantly calmed down some people who wanted to fish in troubled waters and did not dare to make trouble again.

Although the conditions for entering the quarantine area are extremely harsh for Americans who advocate freedom and democracy, it is still an excellent haven for all those who have been living in fear and uneasiness, even if they have many resentments in their hearts they can only silently accepted this fact in their heart.

But some people are not willing to just make wedding dresses for others and are determined not to hand over their belongings. Instead, they choose to find a hidden place in the city to hide, hoping to wait until everyone enters isolation and Get out of here.

In this way, time passes quickly and unknowingly while everyone has their own thoughts.

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In the blink of an eye, a week passed by in such a hurry. Along with the noise of construction every day, a ring of tens of meters high wall was erected in Dallas, covering one-fifth of the entire city. "FEDRA" is written in red spray paint on the wall.

During this period, some people had packed their luggage and were ready to enter the quarantine area at any time. Some people had already found a hiding place for themselves and moved all the materials into the area early, just waiting for the army to enter the quarantine area. Some people were worried about this new "United States," felt extremely disappointed, and chose to give up everything and took their family and left the city with some supplies.

Although some people choose to leave here, those who want to enter the quarantine area are the majority, after all. Looking at the endless sea of people around them, everyone knows that the number of people that can be accommodated in the quarantine area is limited. There will be a group of people inside who will be assigned to separate quarantine areas.

There is no way because Dallas is an important place in the entire south-central region. Since the fall of the entire southern region, most of the refugees have chosen to gather here, which has caused over-saturation of the population here.

After the preliminary construction of the high wall was completed, several soldiers waited in the management offices of each area. After waiting for a while, they set off to record information at the survivor settlement sites in various parts of the city.

Dozens of police cars on the street, with their horns on, were driving slowly around the city, announcing the latest announcement:

"Attention, all residents are asked to take their identity cards and go to the nearest registration office at 9:00. We will register your information and determine whether you will go to other quarantine areas through a lottery. If so, if anyone chooses to voluntarily go to other isolation areas, please go to the nearest management office to apply. We will give priority to arrangements for you based on your request."

Brian stood on the side of the street, listening to the content played on the loudspeaker of a military vehicle passing slowly in front of him. His eyes followed the movement of the vehicle until it disappeared at the end of the road, and then he slowly stopped.

He glanced at the time on his watch and found that it was only 8 o'clock. He turned and looked sideways at the street next to the abandoned factory. There was no one at the information recording office. The time was not yet shown, so he recorded it. The staff was not there. After a slight hesitation, he still raised his feet and walked towards the management office, which was two blocks away.

At this moment, everyone on both sides of the street was paying close attention to the time. They would rush towards the registration office after 9 o'clock. Looking at their worried faces, Brian knew what they were thinking.

A few days ago, I didn't know who spread the rumor. It was said that as long as the first 5,000 people confirmed their identity in advance, they would be commended as enthusiastic activists and automatically enter the quarantine by default. They would not be chosen by the lottery. Transfer risks to other quarantine areas.

Although people know that this is probably a rumor, some people are still willing to believe it. This is probably a rumor; if there is an army escort to other quarantine areas, no one knows the current situation outside, and how can they dare to risk leaving the city? It is better to try your best to make yourself stay.

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Within the Military Administration Division.

This was originally just a local bank in Dallas. The attack by the fungus caused it to be temporarily closed. However, as the number of survivors nearby increased, the bank was requisitioned by the military for unified management of the area.

"They won't lie to us!"

"How about you ask first?"

"Forget it, forget it; I'd better wait and get in."

At this moment, more than a dozen men and women gathered at the entrance of the management office. They were whispering to each other, pushing each other's companions in front of them, and telling others to go ahead. For a long time, no one took a step forward.

Dallas is home to a large number of survivors who have fled from the southern region. Most of them have no relatives in this city and do not want to stay here at all. However, they are afraid of being infected by the outside world and do not dare to stay here. Leaving the city, these people can only silently accept that, in the future, they will spend time in the isolation zone of this strange city or be sent to other strange places.

But on this day, they learned through the military broadcast that as long as they voluntarily went to other quarantine areas, they would be given priority according to their demands. However, they were afraid that the military would deceive them and that they might be imprisoned after entering. They were forced to voluntarily go to other quarantine areas, but they were unwilling to stay here, so with a sense of luck, the dozen or so people gathered outside the gate of the management office, but no one dared to be the first person to advance.

Two fully armed soldiers stood straight at the door of the management office. They looked down at the dozen or so people under the steps who had been hesitating for nearly half an hour with indifferent expressions. There was a look of disdain in their eyes. It could be seen that, if not for their responsibilities, they would drive away all these people.

Just when these dozen people were hesitating, a boy about twelve or thirteen years old walked past them. With surprise in their eyes, he walked up the steps in two or three steps directly pushed the gate management office, and Entered.

A soldier standing at the door turned his head slightly and looked at the young man walking past him with a quiet expression. He then looked at the people still huddled under the steps, curled his lips, and muttered, "A bunch of trash, worse than a child!"

Ding dong!

Pushing open the glass door of the management office, there was a pleasant sound, and Brian found that except for a few managers and a few guard soldiers, there was no one else inside.

But this was also within his expectations. First, because the military had just started broadcasting the news, most people must not have listened. Second, just like the group of people outside, they were afraid of being deceived by the military again.

When Brian walked to the counter, a staff member sat down with a surprised look and asked, "You, if I voluntarily go to other quarantine areas, can I choose where to go?"

Looking at the half-grown child in front of them, the staff recovered from their surprise and were not too surprised. There were indeed children in Dallas who escaped from the infected area alone. There were no adults around them. If there is no caring person to take him in, he can only survive in this city alone, and maybe the one in front of him should be one of them.

It's not that the new government ignores these children; it's just that all arrangements will have to wait until they enter the quarantine area. After all, children are precious resources in the future.

"Sit down and tell me where you want to go."

"Washington."

Hearing that this child was about to go to the capital city, the staff member who was about to check it on the computer was stunned for a moment. Then she slowly shook her head and said, "We don't have permission to let people pass over there in the capital city. If you have any special status, I can help you report it."

"Oh, I understand." Brian nodded without much surprise on his face. Washington is the capital, after all. At this moment, there are probably countless people squeezing their heads to get through, and it won't be their turn. As for him and the special status mentioned by the other party, he is probably the child of a high-ranking official or an important scientific researcher.

"Is there any place that I can go to that is very close to Washington?" After thinking for a while, he asked a second question.

"Well, let me take a look..." After hearing the question (this is quite reasonable), the staff member nodded and lowered her head to check on the computer. But after a while, she raised her head, looked at the child with some pity, and said,

"The farthest place we can reach is Greensboro, but that place no longer accepts survivors. Now the only places closest to Washington and accessible are St. Louis and Memphis."

Remembering the names of these two places, Brian stood up and walked to the wall with a map of the United States hanging on it. His eyes kept searching for the locations of St. Louis and Memphis. His expression gradually darkened because these two from Washingtons were really too far away.

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